"What more is there to say?" Loraven snapped, her voice louder than that of talking.
"You may have your fun, but nothing else will come of this. You will NEVER see him again, if you do.. you know what will happen." Queen Iolena sliced her hand across her body to make a point while glaring at Loraven. She then scoffed after reading Loraven's hard expression. "Whether you bond with that human boy or not, this marriage will not fall through. Prince Theoden needs a wife, and he is WILLING to put up with your ways."
Bond?
The Queen looked Loraven up and down with distaste twisting her lips. "Be grateful, child."
This time it was Loraven to scoff. "Be grateful to be in a loveless marriage with a man known to have more than ten mistresses? Do you want me to be happy? Or am I just another piece on your chessboard?"
